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Deathless offspring
pluck each hair out my grave
fathomless sprawls the mother of suicide
a shiver tandem to disinter her ravish despair
murmurs of necrolust
propel an august elation
piercing the naked cage
of menacing vastness
pour the auras of bile to refract
sepulchres of light
from calloused suns
(diadems)
Phantom Quasar, in spires of human candles
flesh out my desolation in oceans of wax
I want nothing to be with anything I do
Phantom Quasar
the hue of self-harm
inspired to kinetic nothingness
haunting devils upon devils made manifest
in perpetual presence of entropy
repel me from undeath
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Cimmerian Mist
02:28
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virulence
in throbbing onyx
shriveled inners glisten
suspended like wind chimes
in the arid chamber
gangrenous worship swallows
the thousand-wail pitch
holsters tongues / garners shadows
of moth wings from the ancient,
black plume of meter and rhyme
Cimmerian Mist
beget night of my flesh
Cimmerian Mist, beget the night of my flesh
behind salvation looms livid, morbid compassions
comfort’s cessation, caressingly hopeless and reviled
no joy, but the passage of time
enthralled by our invader to ensnare
in my bones
I feel the Devil
is over us
pale and haggard / victory is hunger
nourished by mud / rises with the flood
our bloated bellies expunged of their hearses and
eclipses our heliotropic chaperone in Dantean axis
to circumvent the world in frost and malaise
in my bones
I feel the Devil
is over us
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Magnolia Saturnalia
02:04
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Predestination
of fleshless bones I tear inside
futility toils well within my soul
loosens the knot of debt
owed eternity
my spine arches and reels
in spools of veins
bleached and misunderstood, as a leper
pales insignificant / pales insignificant
as the mercurian scream
the uninhabitable noise withheld beyond
the upper sphere / the silent door
woe, the creek don’t rise
and the grit of labor
covets the easy yoke
smothered in famine
spitting soot to salt the bread
upon the shoulders of drought
the sacred face quenched
in the brine of lifelessness
Magnolia Saturnalia
I leave you everything I love most of all
Magnolia Saturnalia
leave everything you love most of all
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Habit of Conflict
all of my being expressed
in retribution
(and freebased war)
imperial jawline unhinged
from the towering monument
its lips pressed ‘gainst the hilt
to kiss the ring of verdict
now, as its teeth sink
into the wooden blade
out the well of its throat
ejects the nectar of revolt
proclamations to saturate
the hive in fruitless satiation
cell-by-cell
conscience trickles down the hourglass
now is the time which discord presides
over a freedom overpowered
Habit of Conflict
all of my being expressed
in retribution
colossus everted
bound by intestines
to its killing table
royal entrails exhumed
of allegiance and doctrine
(sovereign waste)
the septic empire in
sovereign waste
Habit of Conflict
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